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out of her. But first thing’s first. “Snitch?” I ask.
    Solo moves in and puts an arm around my shoulders. “Keep your voice low,” he tells me, and nuzzles my ear.
    He’s clearly trying to make it seem like we’re a couple, but I get all dazed and weak in the knees at his touch.
    “Snitch,” Gem says, and I realize he’s been speaking in a low voice so it doesn’t carry past his table. “You didn’t tell anyone where you work, did you?”
    I shake my head. I don’t remember tons about that night, but I do know I gave my usual cover of being a schoolteacher. “Right,” Gem says. “So someone shared that you’d be at the gym, and that you’d be working alone.”
    I realize he’s right and I begin to tremble all over. Someone in the club hates me enough to sell me out to the Eighty-Eight? Jesus.
    “I got you,” Solo says against my ear, and he keeps me pulled against him, acting for all the world like a man nibbling on his old lady. “Ain’t nobody gonna hurt you while I’m breathing,” he tells me.
    And I do feel better. My hand slides to his waist and I press my face against his neck. Funny how I fit just right against Solo. I peek over at my brother to see if he’s noticing how cuddly we are, but he’s got his eyes closed again, concentrating on whatever Kitty’s magical mouth is doing under the table.
    After a moment, Gem speaks again. “Way I see things,” he says. “We tell everyone you’re all hot and bothered about a new man, and that he’s going to fight on Friday night. If this dickface wants you, he’ll try and make a move then.” Gem opens his eyes and looks over at me. One of his hands slides under the table, maybe to stroke Kitty’s hair.
    I lick my lips. There are a few holes in this plan. “Whoever’s pretending to be my new man is in for a fuckton of trouble.”
    “I can handle myself,” Solo says.
    Gem lifts his chin in a subtle nod, his only acknowledgment of Eric’s words.
    But this worries me. I like Solo. And I’m horribly, horribly unlucky. I dig my fingers into his leather cut and shake my head. “You should probably stay away from me.”
    “No,” Solo says at the same time Gem does.
    I look back and forth between the men, frowning. “How is this all already decided?”
    “Your brother and I talked last night,” Solo says.
    That must have been some talk. I shake my head again but Solo fists a hand in my hair and pulls my mouth toward his. “It’s done, Lucky.” And he kisses the hell out of me in front of my brother, which is both awkward and thrilling all at once.
    I pull away reluctantly once the kiss is done, a little dazed. My mouth feels swollen from his claim. “So what now?”
    “Now we wait for Friday night to roll around,” Solo tells me. “And you’re not leaving my side until then.”
    I stare up at him, wondering what this means. Not leaving his side at all for the entire week? Does that mean we’re…sleeping together?
    “You gonna kill Grass?” Gem asks.
    “If I have to,” Solo says. “He ain’t gonna touch Lucky again.”
    And I’m chilled. This is all my fault. I’m the reason Jerome went to prison, and I think of Solo’s handsome face behind bars, and my heart crumbles into tiny little pieces. “Wait, no—”
    “This is club business,” Dom says. He’s usually the happy-go-lucky one, but his voice is serious, and I know what he says goes. “He fucked with club property, and now he’s about to realize what it means to mess with the Butchers.”
    Gem nods, and Solo leads me away.
    And I wonder if I’m the club property, or if Dom was referring to the gym.
    • • •
    I’m silent as we get back into Solo’s car and head to my apartment building so I can get a few changes of clothing. Solo doesn’t want me staying here this week, and so I guess I’m bunking down with him after all. I should be excited—an entire week of great sex!— but all I can think of is the upcoming ring battle that Gem and Dom are going